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We Were Cursed

The Great Wicked

Summary: Even the perfect fairy tale couple has an indiscretion or two under the influence of a curse, Snow White had a one night stand with Doctor Frankenstein and Charming was married to another woman. Strange things happen under a curse, makes you wonder what other Storybrooke residents may have done as well. Jefferson/OFC(Alice)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Once Upon a Time, not any characters within, I make no profit of this story. It’s intended for enjoyment only.

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Had it been any other place, any other time or any other person, the idea of following a man, you didn’t know, from a club to his home on the edge of town, could have been a very bad idea. You’d have to call the woman crazy, it was one thing to let a man buy you a drink and maybe flirt a little bit, but following him home amidst rumors of him being a serial killer or a vampire, or both, well, that was a special kind of crazy, the kind only found in Storybrooke. This wasn’t just any other time, any other place and it certainly wasn’t just any other man.

The mystery that flowed off of Jefferson was impossible to ignore and when he invited her to his home to disprove a foolish rumor they both knew was false, she had to follow. Alice knew exactly what happened to other women in other places who had done, exactly what she was doing, for all she knew Jefferson could lure her into some dark room, hit her over the head and either drink her blood or dismember her and the only person who knew where she was, wouldn’t know anything was wrong until it was too late. Despite the shady circumstances and countless possible dangers, Jefferson had been a perfect gentleman, he had walked with her arm securely linked in his, they walked down the main street of Storybrooke. He held the door open and offered to take her coat, never once cast a questionable glance or said anything inappropriate, for a time Alice wondered if she should pinch herself, it all seemed like a dreamlike scenario, no guy could be this polite, this smooth or this damn suave.

For a house that was far enough away that rumors swirled around it being some huge mansion, the house itself was actually rather modest, when compared to Regina’s place anyway. There was a coldness to the inside of the house that mad her wish she’d kept her coat, was it always like this? What was it with men and cold houses? Did they like it, or did they simply not feel it?

One by one, Jefferson showed her through the elegant but simple rooms of his home, the study, the library, dining room, surprisingly cozy kitchen and humorously even the basement. And to no surprise, there was no blood or chains, but a simple washer and dryer, not much else. Up the solid, dark wooden steps, bedroom, bedroom, bedroom, bathroom, bedroom, it was unusual that someone who never had much in the way of company had so many bedrooms. An upstairs study that looked as though it was a favorite place, based on the cozy nature of the deep armchairs, the burnt logs in the fireplace and smoldering embers. The room had a warmth and intimate nature to it, a rather stark contrast to the rest of the house’s museum-like nature.

The tour near complete, there was only one other room, “Well, this house doesn’t exactly scream serial killer or vampire.”

Jefferson, who had been rather quiet and stone-faced during the tour suddenly had a playful look in his eyes, “Actually,” He began, staking a step closer to her, his voice dropping a to a lower octave, “Most of the screaming takes place, in the master bedroom.” The corners of her mouth turned slightly upwards at the insinuation, but she said nothing in response. The click of the doorknob and a slight chill as the stale air rushed out of the room. There was a split second of hesitation when her fingers brushed the wood of the doorframe feeling Jefferson’s gaze on the back of her neck and she crossed the threshold. Even in the dark, there was nothing suspicious or unnerving about the room, but rather an easy feeling about being in a room that he felt comfortable in, somehow she was too. A side table lamp softly illuminated the rather ordinary, yet classy looking room. There was no grand furniture, rather simple wood structures of carrying wooden tones, lush colors contrasting the dark wood, monochromatic shades of blue and grays. Somehow they suited him rather well.

Each soft click and clack of her high heels were hollow against the wood and somehow the noise was pulled into the floor and lost, silence prevailing again. The sound of his own shoes on the wooden floor as he walked up next to her, he saw the tension in her shoulders and back but maybe that was because of the cold. That playful look in his eyes, saw the tension in her fade a bit, to see him a little bit more at ease, his hand brushed the drawer on his nightstand, pulling it open slowly, to reveal…

Nothing.

No handcuffs, and an almost boyish half smile on his face. Like a prank, but being perfectly honest, they both knew there was going to be nothing in that drawer. His nature now was different than what she had encountered in the bar, it was exciting. He reminded her of a cat, with that sly grin on his face and his lean and lanky form, seemed like he was missing a twitching tail.

“Hmm, look at that. No handcuffs.”

Alice raised an eyebrow in a playful manner, “Wow, no torture room in the basement, no handcuffs or coffins? This is a disappointing tour.”

He shrugged his shoulders and shut the drawer, slipping his hands into his pockets, “Well, considering that I haven’t tried to drink your blood and you are clearly not locked in a dungeon or chopped up into ‘itty-bitty pieces’.” Alice nodded, “Then I’ve proven my innocence?” He asked in a casual tone of voice, the type of tone that people used when talking about the weather. “Or are there any other theories I need to disprove?”

Alice turned away from him for a minute, looking at the ground in a coy manner, biting her lower lip in a way that made Jefferson take a controlled breath. “Well, there was one more,” She paused, drawing out the moment, questioning herself as to whether or not she was still up for this, but one look into his eyes and the smoldering spell he cast casting on her, it was pretty clear; there was no backing out now. “It’s pretty stupid,” She paused again, “But, my girlfriend thinks that because you don’t have a girlfriend or a wife that you’re either gay or asexual.” The intensity of his stare was suddenly derailed and he blinked several times, he’d heard quite a few strange things about himself. Yet somehow his sexuality had never really been a part of the rumors people had shared. For a moment he was genuinely dumbfounded, not really knowing what to think. His pursuit of happiness was in finding his daughter and getting them home, the pursuit of pleasure hadn’t really occurred to him. Did people really think he was gay? “I’m going to assume from your silence that, that’s a new one.”

“It certainly is.” After the genuine shock wore off a few seconds later, Jefferson took a moment to regain his composure and set about defending his ‘honor’. “Well, I’m not gay. And I can tell you that I’m NOT asexual.” He took a calculating step to the side in an encircling maneuver, once more, like a cat. “In fact,” He reached forward, brushing his hand against the material of her shirt, letting it fall to her hip, gingerly brushing against her. “I’m highly attracted to a woman I’ve met recently,” She felt a rush of excitement as he continued in his description. “And I’m fairly certain she’s quite mad, coming to the home of a possible blood-drinking, serial killer, slightly asexual, gay, recluse millionaire”

“Well, you know what they say about the crazy ones.”

“Crazy people don’t know they’re crazy?”

Alice turned and smirked. “Ignorance is bliss, isn’t it?” The view from the large window looking out on Storbybrooke was very impressive. “You know, unless this girl you’re interested in has some proof to pass on to dispel this rumor, looks to me like you’re stuck with the possible stigma of being gay or asexual.”

“So, you’re saying to put that rumor to bed, so-to-speak, I’d need to prove it to this girl?” She nodded leaning back against the window frame. “Well, if it’ll clear my name…” She could feel his breath on her lips for just a moment, it smelled like tea oddly enough, made her wonder just what he had been drinking. All thoughts of tea and drinks quickly went out the window when he breached the gap and pressed his lips to hers.

Poor Jefferson. It had been well over thirty years since he’d indulged in any way with the opposite sex, you never really forget what to do but to say he was a bit rusty was a little bit of an understatement. He didn’t mean to come off like that, he was trying to hold back a bit, not wanting to come on too strong. It was initially a cold thing, the kiss, but then he could smell the sweetness of the drink she’d had earlier, how it lingered on her breath, dizzying him slightly. There was nothing scandalous going on, just the simple brushing of lips, only a few seconds but thats not to say it wasn’t intimate at all. Somehow, despite how he imagined it effected her not at all, he was pleasantly surprised to see that when he pulled back, she exhaled deeply in a very shaky set manner. He couldn’t help but smirk knowing that a simple ‘good-boy’ kiss had done that.

He swallowed hard and felt the same shakiness in his chest, like the kind you feel when all eyes are on you, but there were no other eyes on him, just hers. “Well, there.”

“Well, what?”

Alice smirked an irresistible smirk and raised an eyebrow, “I can see why people would think you’re gay.”

He knew she was just playing, but damn that stung a little more than it should have. “You’re saying that didn’t do anything to help my reputation?”

Alice shook her head, “Yeah but then I’m not surprised if that’s the best you’ve got.”

And that was it, the last line of their script, it was all improv now, and in a sudden burst of energy Jefferson closed the distance once more between them, slipping a powerful grip around her waist and a guiding and commanding hand around her neck. Something about his boldness, although she expected it to happen eventually, shocked her, no smart comeback or retort, only action.

There was a passion he hadn’t felt in years, so many he couldn’t remember how many to be precise, and to his relief, Alice responded. Facades dropped and characters tossed to the side, like a discarded coat, Alice reached up seizing his ascot with one hand and the other entangling itself in his short brown hair.

It hadn’t been quite as long for Alice as it had been for Jefferson, but all things aside, all past lovers and experiences, she’d never been kissed like this before. Feeling bold as brass, as they say, the hand that was resting on her neck, tugged gently on the hair at the base of her scalp, the sudden breath of excitement was all he needed to slip his tongue past her lips. The deep rumbling in his chest was almost like a purr, when she nipped at his lower lip then brushed her tongue against it. There was the taste of some type of tea again, she was sure and then something a bit sharper like a bourbon, and all of it was working like a narcotic, addicting and all encompassing, clouding her vision and thinking.

The scent of oranges and ginger, drifted on the air, from her shampoo or some type of body wash, either way, it too was intoxicating. With each passing moment and with each movement of their lips he pulled at her closer and closer until every inch of her was pulled flushed against him, and yet still it wasn’t close enough. There was something else now on his mind, that nagging little conscience of his, always present and always ruining the moment inhibiting his behavior, he reluctantly disentangled and pulled his mouth from hers, certain her heard a groan of resentment.

“Alice,” He barely managed her name before she was on him again, lips grazing his jaw and down his throat, swirling her tongue over his Adams apple. He struggled heavily trying to breath normally, fighting to maintain his train of thought. “Last, chance to walk out of there tonight.”

There was obviously a perfect opportunity for another serial killer joke, but Alice didn’t take it. “What’s the matter, Jefferson? Cat got your tongue?” Her warm lips and tongue on his skin was all the answer he needed.

In a surprising show of strength and agility, Alice found herself being hoisted up and locked into his arms, pushing her against the wall. His lips locked onto hers again in a dizzying kiss that left her light headed with the sudden change in elevation. She was near weightless when he picked her up, feeling her legs wrap themselves around his middle and the sensation of her high heels slightly digging into his back was a thrill that he hadn’t felt in years. No matter how long of a time it had been for him it all came rushing back, just like the popular bicycle analogy, you never really forget.

Lips swollen and desperate for a breath of fresh air, it was both a relief and a loss when Jefferson broke the seal between their lips and moved to her neck, leaving what were sure to be very pronounced bruises. She was sure to have a time explaining them to Ruby without kissing and telling, so-to-speak.

Definitely not gay, Ruby.

OOO

This was not the night that Jefferson had imagined when he’d left his home hours ago, initially it was just for some coffee and to show his face to allay suspicion that he was dead. Never in a hundred years, or in this case, twenty-eight, did he think he’d find himself in his bedroom with Alice, pressed against the wall, head lolling backwards while he assaulted her neck, leaving deep bruises. But now a hundred ideas and thoughts came flooding into his mind, thing he wanted to do and try, it was hard to focus on any one thought at a time. Especially once he felt Alice’s hands pawing at his clothes, unfastening buttons when she came across them, digging into the fabric of his fancy attire. To his surprise and delight he soon felt her small steely hands on the bare skin of his chest and abdomen, fingers touching and exploring his skin. Working their way up to his shoulders to shrug the garment off completely, it fell to the floor and a frightening realization came to him as he felt her hands pulling at the knot on the ascot he wore. The one that hid his scar, there was fear in his eyes, but Alice couldn’t see, her gaze far too clouded by lust, and for a moment he felt frozen when the item fell to the floor too. But to his relief, Alice didn’t seem to notice it, nor did she care. He wasn’t sure why it bothered him so much with her, but the nervous sensation fell away when he felt her lips on his neck again.

Not that Alice was heavy by any means, but Jefferson had begun to feel the slight tingling sensation on his arms and hands falling asleep, and not wanting to miss a single thing, he eased her back onto her feet. With their contact broken once more Alice had a moment to steal a glance at the firm body she’d been working on undressing, she was pleasantly surprised. Jefferson wasn’t very muscular or bulky at all but rather long and lean, with more than enough hard definition in the contours of his body to make her swallow in anticipation.

His skin not nearly as pale as she was expecting, although he definitely wasn’t the type of man to work outside, with his shirt off there was a slight bit of color to him. He tried not to smirk too much as he watched her eyes trail down his chest, following the sparse trail of light brown hair that disappeared into the top of his pants. “Huh.” She remarked in an oddly surprised fashion.

He raised an eyebrow, a ‘huh’ wan’t a reaction he had been expecting, “What?” He’d hoped something hadn’t triggered in her mind that would end the evening prematurely.

“You know, there were plenty of women dressed in things their dads would never have approved of, plenty of guys wearing whatever showed off their bodies, yet, somehow, you’re the biggest tease in there tonight.”

“How did I manage that?”

“Because, under those fancy clothes, was this.” He words trailed off and her hands touched and stroked their way down his chest, fingers lingering on that painfully defined Adonis belt. “And you were just going to leave without showing anything off.

“If I’m a tease for not showing off, then what does that make you?” Before she could answer, he pulled the breath from her lungs in another kiss while he slipped his hands under her halter top and and began working it up over her head. With ease, he lifted the satiny material and threw it to the floor, pleased with what he saw, which was nothing. “So, this is what you were hiding,” he murmured, more to himself than for anyone else. “Looks like you’re a bit of a tease too.”

“I’m only a tease if I leave.” There was the tiniest hint of a threat inner voice but both knew it was empty. She felt a sudden rush as his eyes wandered over her petite form, taking careful notice of the goosebumps that were enveloping her skin. She was like any other woman who had of course, hooked up with men before, although none that she could remember, yet none of them just stood back and watched. Something about Jeffersons intense stare made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and shivers and chills race up and down her body.

Rather than a witty retort, Alice heard a distinct groan from Jefferson and then felt his hands wrap around her legs again, picking her up once more. She couldn’t contain the surprised breath he picked her up, there was the dull sound of her heels falling off her feet onto the floor as her legs wrapped themselves around his waist again. He scattered small, quick and feverish kisses down her throat and color while he maneuvered them towards his bed, carrying her with ease.

It came as no surprise to find that his bed was unimaginably soft and probably made of only fine silken threads in the thousand count, it was soft and cool to the touch, comfortable. But the thread count of his sheets wasn’t what was on Alice’s mind, rather it was the heat of Jeffersons mouth as he continued to trail red hot fiery kisses down her throat, lingering on her collar, gently yet playfully nipping at the skin, drawing little gasps and exasperations of surprise.

Surprisingly, warm hands. Not calloused and hard or rigid and cold, despite the heated exchange his touch to her bare skin was gentle. Fingertips ghosting over her ribs drew another surprised breath, slightly tickling the sensitive skin her found there, the corners of her mouth turning upwards into a slight grin once his mouth found its way back to hers. There was the tiniest sensation of scratching of his rough cheek against hers, and a very audible gasp when his hands had finally grazed the side of her breast. He could feel her body arch against his softly when his fingertip brushed over her nipple, feeling it harden beneath his touch. He smiled to himself, before wrapping his arm around her waist pulling her further onto his bed, settling over her, supporting his own weight on his elbows but never breaking contact with her lips.

Jeffersons breath caught in his chest for a moment and he nearly forgot to breath when he felt her small delicate hands at the button and zipper of his pants. He groaned into her skin, and couldn’t control the slight thrust of his hips against hers, nor could he stop the deep guttural moan that was ripped from his throat when he felt her hands slip inside his pants and her steely fingers grasp onto him. It was the only thing that could make him wrench his mouth from hers, he exhaled a deep breath an stilled somewhat against her, realizing that in fact it had been far too long since he’d indulged himself. He would probably greatly regret this rendezvous in the morning when he had to face the after math of sleeping with a woman who had no memory of him but someday might.

He could see the anger in her eyes when that day would come, she’d be angry at him for somehow taking advantage of the situation, but then again, how would that ever happen? Who could break Regina’s spell? In the event, the spell was ever broken Alice would most certainly be pissed. Pissed off that he’d known who she was and who he was, but probably more so for the fact that he’d had her in his bed, crying out his name, arching against him and quaking with pleasure. Or, at least, that was the plan.

For the moment his breath was coming in short bursts against the flesh of her neck as her hand gripped him tighter and continued to stroke him. One of his hands gripped the bedspread tightly, his knuckles going white, his chest heaved, his hot breath falling on Alice’e neck. “Alice!” He managed a ragged breath, her talented hands sending waves of ecstasy lapping at him. “Alice.” His eyes heavy with lust and his breathing returning to as normal as he could make it, he removed her hands, hating the sudden loss. “Stay.” Not a request, not a suggestion, but a command. And somehow Alice found herself paralyzed where he’d left her, arms above her head, complacently laying on his bed, waiting. She nodded, captivated by this slightly domineering side of him. He removed his hands slowly, watching to see if she would do as he said, pleased when she remained still.

Her breaths came slowly and controlled with each rise and fall of her chest, his eyes drifted over her form until it came to something unsightly. All the time Jefferson had known her, he’d never wondered or asked about what it was that brought Alice to Wonderland, what it was that drove her there, but now the answer was clear. Pain. He’d never known about any scars or the catastrophic events in her life that cold have left her like this. Jefferson had a hundred questions in his head about the scar, it began just under her breast on the left side and almost seemed to take a bit out of her, ragged edges spanning across her navel and disappearing into her jeans. The thin white lines of the age of the scar made it impossible to determine how long it had been there. He’d lingered on the scar for too long, he felt, and when he looked up to her again he saw something he knew all too well. He knew that look of embarrassment and shame on her face the second he saw it, it was the same feeling that caused him to cover up his own on his neck, sudden’y their little tryst had taken a dark turn that he hadn’t expected, but he wasn’t going to let it end their fun. “Kiss me.” He said his lips barely brushing hers again, only a second of hesitation, she wanted to wrap her arms around him and pull him down against her, but didn’t. “Does it hurt?”

“Not anymore.”

“Close your eyes.” She swallowed hard shut her eyes. He watched for a few minutes to see if she would try and open her eyes to see what he was going to do but she didn’t. Starting at her lips he kissed her again, then began to trail open kisses down her throat, painstakingly slowly. Reaching her collar where the skin was still unmarred, he glanced up to see her eyes are still closed but her breathing was growing more shallow with the loss of her sight and her other senses kicking into overdrive. Continuing down her chest, his warm lips came to the swell of her breast, a shudder ran through her when he pressed an open mouth kiss to the exposed flesh he found. The soft mewl that came from Alice was a painfully sweet noise that sent blood rushing to his groin, he wanted her, but something inside him told him that this needed time, not haste. His tongue darted out and swirled around her nipple while his other hand worked similar ministrations to her other breast, he felt her body twitching and writhing underneath him. He glanced up again to see her eyes slammed shut and her hands clenched into fists above her head, he smirked, if only the Hero of Wonderland knew just what exactly was going on, if only she knew who it was that was making her body tremble.

He thought of their time in wonderland briefly, he’d thought she was beautiful, sure, and more than once he’d stared a little too long. Not to say he wondered what she’d be like in bed, but he had wondered what it would feel like to have her bare skin against his, wondered what her lips tasted like, and wondered if she was just as aggressive behind closed doors as she was with the Vorpal blade. He didn’t have to wonder anymore, he alternated his lips and his hands once more to the other breast, drawing more sweet sounds of ragged breathing. He smiled into her skin before moving down a lit further, easing up on the intimate torture now moving his lips towards the scar. Not really kissing her but brushing his lips against the marred flesh, her breathing calmed and then she stilled.

He wondered just how far down it went, licking his lips he followed the scar down to the hem of her jeans and he felt her breath hitch in her chest and he unbuttoned them and she shuddered when he pulled the zipper down slowly enough to hear each of the teeth unlocking. The scar continued downward, he could just see the top of her underwear, nothing fancy or terribly risqué just black boy shorts, he smirked, he should have expected nothing less, it suited her. Sitting up he eased her jeans down, taking care to remove only the jeans, his hands lingering on her hips after seeing her squirm slightly. The heels she had worn had made her legs look long but in pulling her jeans off he’d realized that there was no optical illusion at play and that she was simply blessed with a luxuriously long and lean form. As he suspected, the burn scar continued well down into her leg and ended right about mid thigh. What had happened to Alice? About to be his Alice.

Finally the suspense grew to be too much and she opened her eyes to find Jefferson looking down on her with a gaze so intense it could have set her ablaze “You are tempting beyond measure, Alice.” She glanced down at her skin with an eyebrow cocked upwards, “Even with these.” He assured her, he leaned down and placed a kiss just below her navel, his hands reached for the last piece of clothing she wore. His thumbs toying with her hips, slowly caressing them building tension, second by second before sliding them down her long legs, he could feel her shaking slightly, he hoped more from anticipation than fear. Nothing to hide behind anymore, he kissed her fiercely forcing her to part her lips to him pulling a moan from her, his hands stayed where they were, slipping between her legs stroking her skin. Had his mouth not been locked onto hers he would have been hearing a symphony of moans, whimpers and cries. The time since he had last touched a woman fell away as quickly as their clothes had and nothing was forgotten, everything was raw and new, each noise she made spurred him on further. He moved away from her lips, finally wanting to hear her, placing his lips along her jaw up to her ear, “Sing for me,” without warning he plunged a finger inside her, delighted when she near shrieked with surprise. She was hot, soft and wet for him, her body greedily clenching his finger in ecstasy, he fought to suppress a shudder and failed miserably at the slow and steady rhythm he had set for her. Just as she had adjusted to his devilish antics, the addition of a second finger and pressure from his thumb onto her clit made her jump and moan his name, although she couldn’t quite complete any other words.

Her whole body tightened against him as heat continued to pool in her belly, and the sensation of something being tightened further and further grew more intense. The faded memories of past lovers, real or imagined were nothing compared to what he was doing to her right here and now, she was on the edge and desperate to fall off and tumble into oblivion, all she needed was a little push. Jefferson supplied said push with the addition of a final finger and his lips on her breast again, tongue swirling around her nipple, her breathing was shallow and erratic, her hands clenching pieces of bedding, white knuckled, her toes curling and her back beginning to arch into him. “Fuck!” Was all she could manage in terms of words before the tightening sensation snapped almost violently and a powerful orgasm rocked her entire frame. She spasmed and shook as the tremors washed over her and all she could utter were intelligible shrieks, he quietly withdrew from her and enjoyed the last few shudders and shaky breaths as the post orgasmic euphoria washed over her and she stilled.

OOO

It took only a moment or two for Alice to recover, and when she did she opened her eyes once more to see Jefferson with his head resting on her chest, wearing a very Cheshire Cat-like grin on his face. “Still think I’m gay?”

“I think I’m blessed with an over-abundance of proof.” After the last hour she was finally able to get out a sentence that didn’t include moans, whimpers of just his name. Alice pulled herself upwards and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again, “You could still be a serial killer.”

“Maybe.” The smug look on his face was going to have to be removed as their tryst so far, had been rather one-sided. She reached for his hand and while keeping intense eye contact slipped each of his fingers past her lips and into her mouth, tasting herself on him, his eyes dilated and he swallowed hard, feeling her tongue on his fingers painfully one at a time. The realization of what Alice was thinking hit him like a ton of bricks, and as much as he wanted it, there was something else he wanted more. He withdrew his fingers and leaned forward ensnaring Alice in a soul scorching kiss, he could feel her pulse racing as he pushed her back onto the center of the bed. She struggled against him slightly wanting to repay the favor but Jefferson was having none of it. “No more games, Alice. I still have to clear my name.” He kissed her again, “And we’ve danced around this long enough. Don’t you think?”

“You sure, you’re not asexual?” She didn’t have time to ponder it too much as that train of thought quickly derailed when he finally rid himself of the rest of his clothes, it was hard not to stare.

“Very.” Her heart pounded as he settled on top of her, moving down her neck again, letting the tension set in, the seconds ticked by painfully. She was about to open her mouth and say something when he thrust forward, all that came out was another unintelligible groan. His hands gripped her wrists almost too tightly as the hot, tight, wet sensation enveloped him, not even bothering to fight the tiny tremors that raced up and down his body. Way too long. Looking down to see her eyes blissfully closed and her chest locked up in a breath she was holding out of habit, her past lovers were officially nothing compared to Jefferson. He felt his own eyes roll into the back of his head when her hips bucked against his in an effort to wake him from his trance. “Impatient, are we?”

“Shut up” She responded, having nothing witty to say, “Just shut up and fuck me already.” The vulgarity of the Hero of Wonderland sent a rush of adrenaline and he kissed her once more before happily obliging.

If his mouth wasn’t on hers, he was busy enjoying the sounds of her moans and gasps as he sped up and slowed, keeping her on her toes. At this point there was no witty exchange, Jefferson didn’t have the sense for it now, he too was lost in his own euphoric high. But there was something that almost completely halted his actions.

“Hatter!” His blood suddenly ran cold and he stopped, small bead of sweat glistening on his brow.

“What did you say?” His voice full of both fear and vexation, with the sudden halt Alice, looked up to see a very confused look on his face, she returned it with one of her own.

“I said,” She started sitting up and pushing him onto his back and sitting astride him. “Harder.” Punctuating her last word she slide down onto him, he groaned, falling back into his bed as a sense of relief washed over him. So the Hero of Wonderland didn’t want slow and steady? That was fine with him, and eventually he’d do something about it but for the moment she was greatly enjoying Alice riding him hard and deep. Rocking her hips against his in a slow and sharp rhythm saw Jefferson gripping her hips muttering to himself.

“So, tight.” He couldn’t see the smug look on her face with his eyes slammed shut and his fists clenching the sheets. She could see the lean muscles in his chest and arms rippling underneath his skin and occasionally his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Her rhythm slowed and she watched as his eyes opened and his hands seized her hips, ceasing her movement then sitting up and ensnaring her into a fierce kiss. “You want harder?” He murmured against her lips, she nodded always somehow hypnotized by his voice. “Say it, Alice.”

“I want it, harder.” The simple sentence undid him from within and he reversed them once more, towering over Alice, looking down into her lust filled eyes, enjoying seeing her so unhinged. He kissed her once more, forcing his tongue into her mouth, not bothering to be gentle anymore, it wasn’t what she wanted. Her hips bucked against his desperately needing more movement and seconds later he obliged, holding nothing back this time. “Fuck!”

The sounds of heavy moans and breathless panting filled his normally silent bedroom, as each thrust brought Alice closer to the edge, he could feel it, like a coil tightening more and more with each passing second. “Cum for me Alice.” With his warm breath on her ear punctuating each word with a slow, deep thrust, the coil snapped. She cried out, back arching against Jefferson one final time, her cries quickly swallowed up by another soul scorching kiss as the tremors racked her body. Groaning loudly, Jefferson followed suit seconds later, unable to hold out any longer as his orgasm crippled him temporarily, first time in a long time he’d felt that damn good.

OOO

Alice and Ruby’s tradition of dishing after a night of partying was delayed well over an hour since an extra hour was what it took for Alice to finally make it out of Jeffersons bed and to Grannies. Ruby would have ben pissed off had Alice had not showed up wearing the same clothes she had worn last night with some rather odd looking ‘dark spots’ on her neck.

“Where the hell have you been? I thought you were dead or something.” Ruby was trying to be angry but obviously Alice was perfectly fine.

“Performing a public service.” Her response was met with a ‘what’ from Ruby, Alice smiled, “He’s definitely not gay.” Ruby would have to wait until Alice had her coffee for all the details, in the meantime all Alice could do was smile.

OOO

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